Colin walked back to the second floor, but saw that Davout seemed to be waiting for him, and hurriedly asked, "Didn't you go to work? Why did you come back again?"

With a wicked smile on his face, Davout pulled Colin into a room and refused to let Hayley in.

Seeing that there was only one bed in the room, Colin shouted, "What do you want to do, I'm not like that!"

At this moment, the door opened, and Owen and Muen also ran in, followed by Blake, Andy, and Charlie the little fat, and several people looked at Colin with a wicked smile.

With an incredulous expression, Colin asked, "Why are you all here?"

Blake laughed, "I've finally waited for this day!"

Charlie cried and roared, "I've been waiting for this day for a long time!"

Colin couldn't help but shudder, watched everyone walk towards him, clasped his arms and said aggrievedly: "Don't!"

Davout forcibly took off Colin's clothes, revealing his sturdy upper body, and Davout touched it and smiled: "It feels good!"

Davout took out a hard thing from his arms, and said with a wicked smile: "It's over!"

Colin sighed, knowing that he couldn't escape this catastrophe today, and said with tears in his eyes: "It's my first time, please be lighter!"

Soon, Colin's painful voice came from the room: "It hurts! it hurts, Davout, you're too ruthless!"

Dawu gasped and said, "Your kid's flesh is so strong, you've broken several of them!"

A few hours later, Davout wiped a drop of blood off Colin with a cloth and smiled at Colin, "That's it!"

Colin looked in the mirror and saw a delicate black rose blooming on his chest, and he finally had a tattoo of his own.

(If you want to be crooked, please think about it for a minute!)

At this moment, thousands of miles away on the shores of the Bavarian Ice Field, a large ship was about to set sail, two black-robed men stood at the bow of the ship, and one of them asked in a deep voice, "Are you sure you want to go with me?"

The other laughed and said, "Big brother, I'm on the boat, don't expect me to leave!"

The first one sighed and said with a wry smile: "This time even I don't have confidence!"

The man smiled and said, "Big brother, I have full confidence in you! Besides, who else in the world can do it except you!"

The first black-robed man opened his hood and revealed an extremely terrifying face, which was exactly the same as the demon statue standing in front of the Pol Punishment Cathedral, and his eyes were blood-red, looking strange and terrifying.

He just stared at the present, but it was like a sharp sword out of the body, and nothing in the world seemed to be able to stop his edge! .

The busy boatmen on the ship seem to be strange to the demons, and the length of these boatmen is not much better than him, all of them are extremely burly, with sharp mouths and fangs, and their heads are covered with demonic patterns like demonic beasts, they are actually a race that has disappeared for nearly a hundred years, the beasts!

In the westernmost part of the continent, on a deserted island in Catalonia, a shirtless man walked into a tent and said in a deep voice: "Big brother, the door is open!"

A middle-aged man was lying on a seat, his face covered by long hair, and he was holding a bottle of wine in his hand, humming while drinking, seemingly happy. After hearing the announcement, he jumped up directly and shouted: "Let Lu Ya throw ten bursting real fires into it for me first, and burn the bad luck!"

In a moment, a person dressed as a magician rushed into the tent, and the badge on his chest had four volcanoes, and it turned out to be a fire magician of the holy rank, but after he entered the tent, he scolded directly: "Krees, are you crazy, bursting real fire is forbidden magic, let alone ten, Lao Tzu can't even let go of three!"

Krees laughed, stepped forward and patted the magician on the shoulder, and said, "Lua, haven't you broken through to the Holy Rank, why are you still so useless?"

Lu Ya said with a gloomy face: "Your grandmother's, what's so great about the Holy Order, let me tell you, at most five, I'm afraid I won't be able to control it if there are more!"

Kreese's smile remained unchanged and he asked, "Do you still want to go down with me?"

Luya stiffened his neck and said, "Don't you want to leave me this time!" He gritted his teeth and said, "Your grandmother, you have to give me a chance, I don't want to owe you a favor until I die!"

Krees laughed and was about to continue to tease the Holy Order Mage, when a woman walked into the tent, with a delicate face, pointed and long-eared ears, and a gorgeous and delicate golden bow behind her back, it turned out to be a female elf, she said to Krees silently: "I'm not going, I took a cursory look at the internal structure, it can't be the ruins of the Elf Empire!"

Krees smiled, "Yes, it's a pity that I disappointed you again!"

The female elf looked at Krees, and after a while, she asked in a quiet voice, "Did you already know that this is not an elven ruin?"

Krees opened his hands and smiled helplessly, and asked, "How do I know what's underneath, I'm not a god of light!"

The female elf snorted coldly and said, "Hmph, who knows what the hell you are thinking, I can tell you, next time it will not be, be careful that I turn against you!"

Krees smiled and said, "I promise that next time it must be, that place is all set, it must be a big tomb of the Elven Empire!"

The female elf's eyes began to light up, and after hearing this, her eyes widened, and she said angrily: "Krees, you want to dig my ancestors' graves again, old lady, I will fight with you!"

The distant holy mountain still exudes dazzling brilliance, and all the light and sacredness in the world are vividly reflected in the holy mountain.

In the most central part of the Van Lun Valley, there is a small church with an extremely dilapidated appearance, which is erected in the middle of many magnificent churches in the entire Van Lun Valley, which is extremely unsightly and nondescript, but it is this small and dilapidated church, even the cardinal archbishop will tremble when he enters, because this church houses the most noble man in the world, His Majesty the Holy Father and Pope, and the chapel also has a name that resounded throughout the continent: the Pontifical Palace.

Why His Majesty the Pope lives in such a dilapidated church, many clergy can easily give an answer, because this chapel has too many legends, for example, this is the original church of the Illuminati, not one of them. For example, the first Pope lived here. There is even a legend that the former Lord of Light lit the divine fire here and established the kingdom of God!

His Majesty the Pope snuggled up on a shabby bed, looked at the five cardinal archbishops in front of him, sighed and said: "It's a fluke, I can live another year!"

The faces of the archbishops were all wonderful, and Caesar opened his hands and praised the sky: "Thank you, Great Lord, that you have not abandoned your most devout believers!"

Archbishop Veron was even more exaggerated, kneeling directly on the ground, clasping his hands together and shouting to the sky: "Thank you, great Lord of Light, for dedicating to you all the beauty of the world! I hope you can bless our Pope and let him never grow old! Only the great Pope can carry out your will and bring your gospel to the mainland!"

The remaining three cardinals also sighed more or less, but the Pope kept sneering in his heart, I am not dead, which of you is really happy?

After listening to the false blessings, whether sincere or false, the Pope asked in a deep voice, "How is Collins?"

Cardinal Rist subconsciously glanced at Cardinal Harry, who was the only one seated, and said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, Collins can't get out of bed anymore!"

The Pope sneered: "He is just not convinced, he even has to compare with me to death, I want to see if he can beat me in the end after losing all his life!"

Cardinal Harry had been silent, but then he said, "Your Majesty, you are very angry, don't be like this reckless man!"

The Pope nodded, smiled at Cardinal Harry, "Teacher, I heard that you have recently taken in a few new maids?"

Harry laughed out loud and stuck out his tongue to lick his lips, smiling, "It tastes good!" Several cardinals were full of contempt in their hearts, why didn't the Lord of Light give the will for this bastard who mutilated women to ascend to heaven?

The Pope turned to Rist and asked, "How's the matter with Pol?"

Lister replied with a smile: "Everything is expected by you!

The Pope said in a deep voice: "Don't take it lightly, everything must be safe, and the overall situation is important!"

Rist hurriedly agreed.

Cardinal Caesar suddenly asked: "Your Majesty, my disciple grandson has average qualifications in all aspects, and he can't do intelligence work, should you send someone to guide him?"

A glint flashed in the Pope's eyes, and he said with a smile: "He has a very good teacher, if he needs any guidance, don't send someone!"

Cardinal Zuo Lun sneered: "The Angel's Pupil claims to see through everything in the world, can't he even get some information?"

Caesar Leng shot back coldly: "Yes, it's really better than Busk, let the big demon come out!"

Zuo Lun's eyes flashed with murder, Caesar just sneered, the Pope sneered a few times, and asked Zuo Lun, "Is it time for Harvey to come back?"

Zuo Lun snorted lightly, and a sarcastic smile appeared on the Pope's face: "Hehe, he's been dragging on for so long, I'm afraid there's no reason to refuse this time!"

Zuo Lun knelt directly on the ground, cold sweat flowing.

The Pope smiled: "Busque is also very capable, the paladins are so disobedient, can we still count on them in the Holy See?"

Zoren lowered his head and said, "Your Majesty, the Paladins and the Knights Templar will always be your most loyal servants!"

The Pope laughed a few times, but there was no joy in his voice. The other four cardinals all looked at Zuo Lun with gloating expressions, Harvey must be unlucky, Busque is also going to be finished, how long can Zuo Lun hold out? The most independent Templar Order in the Holy See, I'm afraid that this time will also be purged, the twelve holy knights, how many will be spared?

There was silence in the room, the Pope waved his hand casually, the cardinals withdrew from the room one by one, and His Majesty the Pope slowly stood barefoot on the ground, slowly pacing to the wall, his eyes fixed on a portrait, and in a moment tears flowed down his cheeks.